The Old Man And His Chair....
the leaves of years
swiftly fall
the winds of change
the summers of acceptance
are quicker
the branches of time
have turned bald
a man is alone
but not sad as you expect
it thinks of a boat
sailing
it knows of a place
beyond his chair
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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